He raises a single eyebrow, watching this without comment for long moments, letting him compose himself a bit.
"Are you returned to me yet, Monsieur? I feel it is your turn to answer questions... if you wish for some reward."
Jean-Claude can't know all the specifics of what's going on here, but he'd intended this to be a small initial lesson in control. Learning to accept a substitute for what you truly want is the real crux of it. It is an eternal balancing act of keeping his hungers just satiated enough with consensual acts that they do not boil over into nonconsensual acts. That's the line Jean-Claude's chosen to walk, even if he can't say he's always able to stay on this side of it - he does try.
Whether Jonathan Sims is receptive to or even able to learn this, or whether Jean-Claude is the appropriate teacher for him, he doesn't yet know. But he does remember all too vividly how it had been to be lost in the ardeur for five years, and to have his teacher at the end of it be Belle Morte, cruelty itself.
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"Are you returned to me yet, Monsieur? I feel it is your turn to answer questions... if you wish for some reward."
Jean-Claude can't know all the specifics of what's going on here, but he'd intended this to be a small initial lesson in control. Learning to accept a substitute for what you truly want is the real crux of it. It is an eternal balancing act of keeping his hungers just satiated enough with consensual acts that they do not boil over into nonconsensual acts. That's the line Jean-Claude's chosen to walk, even if he can't say he's always able to stay on this side of it - he does try.
Whether Jonathan Sims is receptive to or even able to learn this, or whether Jean-Claude is the appropriate teacher for him, he doesn't yet know. But he does remember all too vividly how it had been to be lost in the ardeur for five years, and to have his teacher at the end of it be Belle Morte, cruelty itself.